Daily Archives: March 4, 2019

Gangster Reality, by Rang-Zeb Rango Hussain

I am not a silent poet

In the end,
After the cars and girls,
and the bling-a-bling bling,
..
Alone,
You gangsters always die alone,
Knifed or shot, souls draining into gutters,
..
Kingpin of nothing,
An empire of blood and bones,
A wasted life and dead dreams,
..
Knives and guns, sharps words too,
The tools of cheap cowards,
No honour, no dignity,
..
You worship a false crown,
The reality is you are a slave,
A slave of death,
..
In the end,
Death will tear apart your kingdom,
Make your choice before the hour grows cold.

Gangster Reality

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War and Pieces, by Kushal Poddar

I am not a silent poet

A thousand bombs away
two empty cabs cross each other
on the rebuilt bridge bathing in
cones of orange light.
..
It didn’t rain, and yet my feet
sinks in shallowness of my shoes.
The place between my ring and little finger
moists the coldness it holds.
..
I stoop to pick up a coin
slipped through the hole in someone’s pocket.
It cry a moon.

..
Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within (Florida, USA)”, “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems(BRP, Australia)” and “Eternity Restoration Project, New and Selected Works”(Hawakal, India).

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